Yo. My name is SeeShellofBlood. You may call me Philomena or Mena for short. You don't even know me, but if you need to talk, I'm Here, just message me. Please read and review. Ta ta, my freaky darlings.

"Are you sure?"

He gently-swiftly-, took her hand and brought it to the tips of his lips and kissed.

"Yes."

A second of silence passed as she existed very carefully.

"Very well. choking on any other words that might have heaved from her throat. She gracefully removed her willingly misbegotten hand from his and moved them to the keyboard attached to the glowing screen in front of her, the only bright thing in a room that had been growing gradually dark since they had arrived at the house. She pulled up a sceen filled with titles among titles of poems. He gazed at them, moderately amazed.

"Where should I start?"

"Wherever, whatever peaks your interest.."

She laid down on the bed as he stationed himself at the computer, reading on.

Connor enters an old motel one rainy night where the owner strangely refuses him. He's finally allowed in on ONE condition... to stay away from the room across from him. Connor is suddenly awoken by a mysterious forgotten girl that night and...[ONE SHOT]

A couple cheesy lines in there, but hey, whatever. A poem about what really lies beneath some people's perfection. I think the idea is pretty good, but I don't think the poem is that much. However with editing and stuff, it can be better with the same ide

Amanda's boyfriend has just broken up with her, and a creepy guy IM's her online, only to find out later that he's the perfect guy for her. But, he was the perfect guy for all the victims before her, and she doesn't know about his history, she's about to